Ivy's COOK THE STEAK, DON'T STAKE THE COOK apron.

Lately I’d begun carrying pain amulets in my bag, like some people have breath mints.

I’m your worst nightmare come to walk this side of the lines. I’m an elf, Trent something you’re forgotten how to be. You’re scared of black magic. I can see fear shimmering under your aura like sweat. I live and breathe black magic. I’m so tainted with it that I will use it without thought, without guilt and without hesitation.

CINCINNATI MORGUE, AN EQUAL-OPPORTUNITY SERVICE SINCE 1966.

Growing up is hard, love. Otherwise everyone would do it.

Sure, it was nice now, but eventually there would be running and screaming and blood on the floor.

Rachel, Rachel, Rachel,” he said, very still and unmoving. “Always jumping to the wrong conclusion. You’re like a frog, you know.